Deep in your core, pressure builds and heat rises…

Chemical reactions occur…

Molten desire expands…

And blows the top of your head right off…

The eruption slows with time…

Love flows in glowing rivers, engulfing the world around you…

It forms an island, its edges cooled by a cold world…

An island on which you can spend your life with the person who set this chain of events in motion…

But love can also cool with jagged edges, and it does not start off as good soil in which to grow a garden of Eden…

Any island can succumb to the ravages of time and tide…

Keep the lava flowing…

Keep the heat inside your core…